"You..."

Black Death Mou stood in the dust mist, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the breeze, and his six golden eyes seemed to reflect the light in the shadows, looking very terrifying.

A breeze blew through the street, and the dust drifted away from one side, revealing the upper body of Black Death Mou facing him.

Now.

He turned around, his sclera scarlet, and six golden pupils covered with black lines were staring at him through the thin dust mist

- Tanjuro Kamado.

The pupils focus slowly.

Dark red haori...

The markings at the frontal horn and collarbone...

Crimson hair...

And...

That's right... The flower earrings that my mother begged for...

……

Opposite Black Death.

The two of them, who were about to run towards Ganlu Temple, suddenly stopped their steps.

Click.

Purgatory Kyojuro held his breath, his eyes were serious, his thumb against the sword, and he looked forward with a solemn face.

The black font in the golden pupils looked so dazzling at night.

[of the winding...

[One]!

He clutched the hilt of the Nikula knife at his waist tightly, ready to draw the knife and slash at any time, and the muscles in his body tensed.

Appeared out of nowhere.

The strongest of the twelve ghost months.

The momentum and sense of oppression are completely different from the lower two just now, and they are fundamentally different.

Is this the winding!

Xing Shoulang's expression became cautious, and he didn't dare to leave the upper one in front of him, thinking of countermeasures in his heart.

The information is wrong!

Further evacuation of people!

beside him.

“……”

Tanjuro Kamado straightened his waist, his face was expressionless, his expression was calm, but he held the handle of the Hinawa knife with his left hand.

Although he had been mentally prepared, he knew that Wu Miao would inevitably send someone to test and hunt him down.

But...

The corners of Tanjuro's mouth twitched slightly, Rao was a person like him, and he couldn't help but be a little difficult to calm down.

The crimson pupils reflected the image of the Black Death.

- Just let the black death come over?

You're a...

But this situation seems to be very consistent with the essence of no miserable "crumbs".

It's dangerous.

Tanjuro Kamado calmed his mind slightly, he was able to deceive Mu Miao because Wu Miao was stupid and cautious.

But Black Death... Tanjuro didn't have the slightest certainty that he would be able to fool him through.

Just seconds after the confrontation between the two sides.

The dust and fog completely cleared.

Black Death Mou stood in front of the two of them, and he spoke to Tanjuro Kamado:

"You—" His hoarse voice was a little slow, and he couldn't make out the tone of his voice.

"Much like him."

Hearing Black Death's words, Xingjurou became vigilant, and he was even ready to burst his eardrums at any time.

But soon, Kyojuro came to his senses, and his eyes glanced slightly at Tanjuro beside him.

- The first of the first wind.

- Talking to Mr. Kamado?

"But."

The voice of the Black Death Mou could not be heard, and it did not rise and fall like a calm lake.

His six pupils were staring at Tanjuro at the same time, and Black Death raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and placed it in front of him.

The fingertips are slightly tilted in the direction of Tanjuro:

"You, not him."

At the moment when the words fell.

Buzz——!!

Xingjulang and Tanjuro, who were vigilant, felt the huge coercion emanating from the black death in front of them.

Tanjuro is not a little surprised that his 'cos' was seen through, after all, he is facing perhaps the person who is most familiar with Yuanichi in the whole world.

"Pathetic ......"

Black Death Mou looked at the similarities between Tanjuro and the Yuanichi in his memory, and he didn't know what emotions he was feeling in his heart right now.

Sad, shaken, angry?

He just wanted to say 'pathetic imitators'.

But when the words came to his lips, he somehow couldn't say anything.

It's as if I feel from the bottom of my heart that this sentence can't come out of my mouth.

But after a short period of confusion, what swelled up in my heart was endless hatred and anger.

He was clear.

His current mood is jealousy.

Fate one.

Black Death Mou looked at the vigilant Tanjuro, he held the bloody hilt of the knife on his waist and drew the knife slightly.

Why, after the Lord and I had exterminated everyone who was in charge of the Sun.

Why, you still have such traces in the world, so complete.

Why.

But his jealousy at the moment is not only aimed at Yuanyi.

Also aimed at - Tanjuro.

……

Just a few seconds after the two sides confronted each other.

Swish!

The figure of the Black Death Mou moved first.

He made a slight gesture to draw his sword, and then disappeared as an afterimage in Tanjuro's eyes.

Unseen!

Tanjuro's eyes widened, he scanned the surroundings, and he couldn't see the figure of the Black Death Mu moving at all!

"You... Can't you see it. ”

Black Death Mou raised the blade in his hand that opened countless eyeballs, appeared on Tanjuro's side, and slashed straight at him!

There is no sword skill, just a simple temptation.

Swish!

The red blade slashes through the air in a perfect arc!

Tanjuro reacted quickly, he suddenly raised the Hinawa knife in his hand, and subconsciously went sideways to block.

Ka!

With a tremor of his wrists, Tanjuro looked sideways, only to see the black Hinakura knife bent overwhelmed for a moment.

Boom!

The entire blade made a sound like breaking glass, and cracks appeared from the point of impact, and it shattered directly!

Looking at the Hinawa knife that was shattered into dots of fragments in front of him, Tanjuro's face was cautious, he took half a step back and pulled out the wedge pill directly!

Then quickly shake it back and pick it up and forward!

"When!!"

Brilliant sparks bloomed where the blade of the knife came into contact with the blade, and Tanjuro held the handle of the wedge pill with both hands.

Caught the slash from Black Death.

No way!

Tanjuro Kamado looked at the black death mou who was standing in front of him and behaved extremely relaxed.

His hand gripping the hilt of the knife trembled slightly.

If you go on like this, you will die!

He felt the only power of rejuvenation in his body.

Even if he dies, he can be resurrected using the power of resurrection.

But...

Tanjuro's pupils moved to one side, and he noticed that Kyojuro, who had already circled behind Black Death Mou, was about to slash him.

And, on the other side of the street, the honey glass of Ganlu Temple is trying to rush over with a bomb.

After his own death, before his resurrection.

Everyone else, all of them will die.

To be honest, Tanjuro just wanted to survive at first.

The prefix is - with Aoi Branch, and live with your family.

But now it seems that Wu Miao is afraid that he will start from this time and keep chasing and killing himself, so he will inevitably die again and again.

Then it also means that he will continue to resurrect, and the people around him will also be infected with dragon cough.

Including Aoi Eda, Tanjiro, Ya Bean...

They will all die.

……

- That's not going to work.

Swish!

In the body, a resurrection power that lit up quickly burned to the bottom!

"What..."Black Death Mou felt the sudden surge of vigorous vitality of the person in front of him, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The strength to resist his own blade increased instantly!

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound of blades colliding, sparks flickered, and Black Death's knife was slightly flicked away.

Swish!

Black Death quickly retreated, he stood not far away, and then observed Tanjuro, who was in a very different state.

“… Bet right. ”

Tanjuro whispered.

Filled with incomparable vitality, boiling in Tanjuro's body.

He slowly raised his head, his thin yellow face became bloody, the muscles of his arms became strong and powerful, and his complexion instantly improved.

The red markings on the left forehead gradually became hot.

The crimson pupils reflected the expression of Black Death Mou's slight surprise.

And, most importantly -

- The one that gradually appeared on the top of Black Death Mou's head in his heart.

- Pitch-black stance.